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In The Anal Vibrator, Emily White invites readers into a hidden world of illustrated intimacy — where the lines between imagination and sensation blur in elegant, manga-inspired art. Each story in this collection explores the quiet tension between curiosity and desire, told through the delicate interplay of emotion, light, and shadow. The title story follows Alesia, a woman whose calm, ordered life begins to shimmer with secret energy when she decides to explore a new side of her sensuality. What starts as a quiet impulse becomes a journey of discovery — private, tender, and profoundly human. Through soft tones and expressive illustration, her awakening is portrayed not as an act of transgression, but as an intimate dialogue between body and soul. She waited until the house fell silent. In the hush of the afternoon light, she let herself listen — not to the world outside, but to the rhythm of her own breath, and the pulse of a secret she had only just begun to understand. An elegant, daring collection that celebrates the art of suggestion — where every touch, every glance, and every shadow tells a story. Some pleasures live in silence. Until the moment they choose to speak.
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025
The Anal Vibrator
Sexy Stories for Adults with Erotic Manga Images
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Emily White
© 2025 Emily White
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Table of Contents
Introduction
The anal vibrator
1
2
3
The little maid
Me, him and his ex-wife
Thank You!
Welcome to a captivating journey where my enthralling stories seamlessly intertwine with enchanting illustrations that redefine the very essence of desire in the world of hentai erotica.
Within the secret pages of these forbidden tales, I invite you to immerse yourself in a fiery universe of unrestrained passion. Every word is a whispered moan, and each illustration is a visual embrace that transforms the realms of fantasy into tangible reality.
This collection is not for the faint of heart. It's a bold manifesto, an invitation urging you to delve into the dark depths of lust, where pleasure is painted with audacious strokes and details that promise to quicken the rhythm of your heart. The illustrations are provocative gateways, guiding you into sensual dimensions where every hidden desire finds its expression without remorse.
Are you ready to plunge into a whirlwind of seduction and temptation, where the pages themselves transform into a stage for your most secret fantasies? Allow yourself to be carried away into a realm where sin transforms into art, and art seamlessly merges harmoniously with the ecstasy of desire.
Lift the cover and prepare for an experience ignited by the flame of passion. This is not just another collection; it's your exclusive ticket to the boldest manifestations of anime eros, written masterfully by me, Emily White.
It was a quiet midweek afternoon, the sun filtering weakly through the curtains of our home as I was out working. Alesia was alone, stretched out on the couch with her tablet in hand, a glass of white wine on the coffee table beside her. The quiet of the day had given her space to think, and one thought in particular had taken root in her mind - a secret desire, a pleasure she'd never dared to admit to me. Lately, our sex had been intense, wild, but there was something missing, a part of herself she wanted to explore on her own, away from my gaze.
She opened Amazon with a certain trepidation, her heart beating a little faster as she typed “anal dildo” into the search bar. The screen filled with options, and she scrolled slowly, her cheeks flushing at the thought of what she was about to do. She went through models of all kinds: some too big, others too simple, until her eyes settled on one that seemed perfect. It was a black vibrator, about four inches long, with a tapered shape that flared out at the base, featuring a slightly curved tip to stimulate the most hidden spots. The description promised “10 intense vibration modes” and “discreet quietness”, a detail that made her smile: she didn’t want me to find out, at least not yet. The material, soft and velvety silicone, felt inviting to the touch even just looking at it on the screen. With a quick click, she added it to her cart, her breath catching as she completed the order, choosing express delivery for the next day.
That night, as I slept next to her, Alesia stayed awake, imagining the moment she would open the package, the secret she would keep all to herself.
The vibrator arrived the next day, hidden in a discreet box that Alesia opened with trembling hands after checking that I had left for the day. She locked herself in the bedroom, the curtains drawn to create a cocoon of intimacy, and laid the package on the bed. She set it down slowly, almost reverently, and when she picked it up, the feel of the soft silicone against her palms made her gasp. It was better than she had imagined - glossy black, smooth, with a button at the base that promised hidden pleasures.
She shed her clothes calmly, leaving only the black push-up bras she loved to wear, feeling sexy and powerful in her vulnerability. Lying back on the bed, she picked up a bottle of jasmine-scented lube from the nightstand - a purchase she had always attributed to our games together - and squeezed a generous amount onto her fingers. She slid it between her thighs, teasing her already moist vagina, but this time her aim was different. Taking a deep breath, she brought her fingers to her rosebud, caressing it gently, a light touch that made her shiver. The sensation was new, forbidden, and she lost herself in the pleasure of that touch, wetting it carefully before she took the vibrator.
